Sitting On His Lap Novels & Stories

What is he doing? I rock and whine. I know he can smell me. My musk is thicker than the mold in the air. “I’ve got you,” he says, and with clumsy hands, he hoists me up and back until he’s sitting on his heels, and I’m cuddled on his lap. For a long minute, he does nothing but hold me there, shaking, his breath ragged. “I just need a minute. I’ve got this. We’re good.” I grind my palm into the swollen bud that aches so bad, and he groans as if in pain.

I lean into him, feeling the need for human contact. "Do you want more scotch?" I ask him, but he shakes his head. I shift to sit on his lap, feeling his muscles tense up as he adjusts for me to sit comfortably. I turn to face him, and he looks down at me with concern in his eyes. "What are you doing?" he asks, clearing his throat.

I faced him, “Alright. I’ll go to “ “Sit on my lap.” He stopped me from walking. I furrowed my eyebrows, “What?” “You can rest here. On my lap.” He repeated, “Haven’t I repeated it enough? Now sit on me.” I blinked. Uhm… I wanted to rest alone. Not with him.. not with him. He seemed to have a different plan with the way he was expecting me to move to him. Damn him. “Either train yourself to death or rest on my lap. You choose.” He said cockily and I gritted my teeth.

He placed his laptop on one side and, with his fine arm, tapped his thigh twice, his eyes locked on mine. "Your thigh hurts? Okay. I'll get some painkillers then. Just be a bit patient." "Alora." The intensity of his voice made my breath hitch. I gulped, raising my brows. He tapped his thigh again. "Come sit here, please." I almost choked on my spit, shaking my head frantically. He must be stupid if he thinks I'll do that. "I'm not going to sit on your lap, Dante. Not only are you injured, but that's just so wrong."

I whispered back. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. “We’ll see about that.” There was a brief silence before he spoke again. "Lie in my lap,” he ordered, his voice farther now. When I turned around, I saw him sitting on what looked like an iron basked flipped upside down. I approached him and slowly lowered myself onto his lap. My breast pressed against his lap, my ass cheek facing his right hand. He grabbed one of my ass cheeks and pressed on it. I let out a heavy breath. Silent, but heavy.

"On my lap." he says, leaning back into the deep cushions of the sofa, spreading his legs. I smile. My chest beats so rapidly I can't hide my euphoria if I wanted to. Using the center table as support, I stand up and go over to him. I want to wait for confirmation, but I sit anyway when he says nothing. I look at his face for discomfort. I assure you, I'm not a lightweight, but his face holds no discomfort. He didn't squeeze his eyes. Nor did his eyebrows squint or shoot up. He didn't gulp or wince. I sit on his lap, then closer, settling half of my weight on him, then he pulls me closer. I fall onto his chest. "When I say sit, I mean sit your full weight on my lap, cock, face, wherever." I'

— He looks at me and smiles before answering. — You didn't do anything wrong, I don't want to come now. So let's change positions... — he says, and sits on the other side of the bed. — Come, sit here! — To where? — You're going to sit on my lap, and we're going to fit in. If it hurts... We stop! — I do what he says, I sit on his lap, I get up a little and I feel him fit his member once again inside me. — Is it hurting, or bothering you?

"No. But you can have him around if you wish. You guys were kicking it off." "Please don't ever say 'kicking it off' again." "Noted." He smiled. Greg's boy was nice. I loved how polite he always was. I'll consider him. Maybe we'll laugh at the other bodyguard together. Or I'll laugh and he'll watch me. "Can I sit on your laps?" "What?" He remarked being taken aback. He nods soon after. I smile. I sit on his laps putting both legs on either of his side. I placed my hands on his shoulders. My fingers locked with each other behind his back.

On the other side, he lay down on his back. "Come here," he gestured to her, inviting her near. She scooted closer on the bed. "I want you to sit on my lap," he said, and she looked at him with widened eyes, feeling a bit nervous. "You... You want me to do what?" she stammered. "You heard me, sweetheart," he said, tugging her leg playfully and making her straddle him. Holding her waist, he lifted her slightly, allowing her to sit on his lap.

He swiftly grabs my waist and easily picks me up before sitting in the chair and placing me on his lap. "I'm way too big to be sitting on your lap Gage," I say and he just smirks. "I like you right here," he says and grabs a pen. I go to stand up but his arm securely holds my waist. "Alright, messaged received," I mutter and he chuckles before starting his work.